I Don’t Want To Be the Emperor

Chapter 388 I want to try

Zhou Xun was startled and quickly comforted him, "Don't be like this. Why are you crying? Now that you have thought about it, just move on."

 When we first met Hong An, Hong An was a cold stone, lukewarm to everyone, and his face was expressionless.

Over the next few years, Hong An's character gradually became more cheerful, he could get along with everyone, and he had more friends.

 However, this was the first time she saw Hong An cry.

"fine,"

Hong An wiped his tears and said, "I made you laugh."

 “Who doesn’t have any difficult sutras to recite?”

Zhou Xun smiled and said, "You also know the affairs of my family. Although my mother is very good, my father is useless and has no skills. He only knows how to run around in the house and beat his wife and children. He is good at everything.

I still can’t imagine what my future would have been like if the prince and I hadn’t come to Sanhe, if I hadn’t gone to school, learned Kung Fu, or been a policeman. "

Hong An chuckled and said, "Is this the reason why you beat me up?"

"Hey,"

 Zhou Xun said proudly, "So what if I get beaten?"

 She felt even more proud when she said this.

At that time, after she beat his father, she made a bigger fuss than when Cao Xiaohuan beat her husband.

Her father, who only knows how to eat, drink and beat his wife and children, actually asked that stinky Taoist priest Sun Xing to go to the Yamen and file a complaint against her for "disobedience".

The crime of disobedience is one of the "Ten Evils", second only to conspiracy and rebellion. If she is found guilty, she will lose her skin even if she is not dead.

When the prince arrived at Shanyin, the old gentleman was quite reasonable. He only accepted the prince and did not rush to pronounce the verdict. He went to ask for instructions from Prince He.

But he didn’t want to tell the prince: Why didn’t I know when Sanhe implemented Liang Law?

It was the father's fault that the son did not teach. In the end, her father was sentenced to one and a half years of hard labor.

Furthermore, in order for her to avoid the so-called "social death", the prince specifically praised her as a hero among women, who is not inferior to men.

“I don’t have the courage like you, so you and I will stop communicating with you?”

Hong An said with a smile.

　　"I can only part ways with him in life, but not in death."

Zhou Xun pursed his lips and said, "You have to drink tea in your leisure time. You'd be stupid to ignore him."

 “I can only say that you did a good job,”

Hong An smiled and said, "I have thought about it and plan to buy a house in Ankang City. I will not return to Sanhe in the future."

Zhou Xun rubbed his hands as he spoke, "When I find a replacement here, I will transfer him back to Sanhe. I am not used to staying here. You don't even know that I have lost weight in just these few days." "

Hong An said, "Looking at your mother selling food at the gate of Jingying and counting the money happily, she may not be willing to go back, right?"

 Zhou Xundao said, “Where can I listen to her arrangements?

 Children of poor people are responsible for their own affairs and seldom listen to their parents' advice. It is reasonable for them to be poor. If they use their words as a reference, they may become even poorer. "

Hong An chuckled and said, "What you said is quite damaging."

Zhou Xun whispered, "I didn't say this. I said it to the prince when he was teaching us. Have you forgotten it?"

 “Oh, I should slap my mouth,”

Hong An sighed several times and then said, "Just pretend you didn't hear anything. Okay, stop talking. I have to go to bed and go to see the prince early tomorrow morning."

“Wait a minute,” Zhou Xun said, pulling Hong An’s sleeve, “I gave you a big coat yesterday, why don’t you wear it today?

I know that you are a master of martial arts and are not afraid of the cold, but when you meet the prince tomorrow, you can’t let the prince think you are cold, right? "

 In Mr. Hong’s view, any behavior that causes discomfort to the prince is a sin.

It's not worth receiving a lecture from the manager for such a trivial matter.

Hong An said with a smile, "The aunt who cleaned up the room for me at noon, her coat was ruined, all the cotton wool was gone, and she couldn't block the wind. She looked very pitiful, so I wrapped the coat and gave it to her."

 “You, this official job was in vain, you didn’t learn anything,”

Zhou Xun shook his head helplessly and said, "What's the use of being a good person? She thought you were rich, so she charged you two ounces of money more before leaving. If I had known that you gave her your coat, I would definitely not have tolerated her. of."

Hong An smiled and said no more.

 The Spring Festival is approaching.

Pork, which is usually as cheap as dirt, has skyrocketed. In the past, you could not buy a pound of meat for a pound of meat, but now you can't even buy a tael, causing public resentment.

As the governor of Ankang, Ma Jie is under a lot of pressure, and he must find a way to solve this matter.

 After all, He Wangye cares about people's livelihood, and the most direct manifestation of people's livelihood is commodity prices.

 The first thing he thought of was the group of suppliers from Sanhe.

 He arranged for people to prepare the pork and called the butcher over.

As soon as the two of them entered the Yamen, they immediately complained about their injustice.

Zhu Rong said with an aggrieved look, "Master Ma, you think too highly of us.

There are 500,000 to 600,000 people in Ankang City. They can eat a mountain just by eating meat every day. Look at the two of us. We only have a little money in our pockets. To say that we bully the market is to think too highly of us. "

The butcher followed suit and said, "Yes, yes, we did make some money. This is true. But to say that the soaring price of meat is because of us is an injustice."

Ma Jie snorted coldly, "In this city of Ankang, besides you two, who can mobilize tens of thousands of pigs at once?"

 “Oh, my lord,”

Zhu Zhurong sighed and said, "You don't know something about this. Although we and the prince are wise, the world is no better than before. It's a mess everywhere. Even if you walk on the road smoothly, you can encounter a catastrophe at any time. Yes, it's a little better if there are soldiers and horses guarding the city.

Nowadays, it’s snowing and the roads are difficult to walk. Only the brave ones and those of us who are good at kung fu dare to go to the countryside more often.

 But think about it, how can we alone provide meat for so many people? "

Ma Jie frowned and said, "Then what do you think?"

The butcher smiled and said, "Mr. Ma, what you said is interesting. Of course we are suppressing bandits. What else can we do?"

“It is natural to suppress bandits, but water from afar cannot quench the thirst for nearness,”

Ma Jie shook his head and said, "The new year is approaching, we can't let the people go without meat, right?"

"this"

The butcher scratched his head and said, "That's what you're saying. If you're celebrating the New Year, you can't just warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans. There's not even a plate of meat on the table. It's really outrageous."

 After finishing speaking, he looked at Pork Rong in embarrassment.

Pork Rong chuckled and said, "Sir, the city people are short of meat to celebrate the New Year, and the country people are also short of money to celebrate the New Year. Now that the price of meat in the city has risen like this, it is still not enough. It's just because the country people are not informed and don't know this." Pigs are so valuable.

Your Majesty, you only need to send fast horses to spread the word to the villages and towns in the surrounding radius. Even if they risk their lives, they can deliver this pig. "

Ma Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the Chinese New Year, and these bandits are even more in need of money for the Chinese New Year. Each one is more ferocious than the last. Can these people give away the pigs?"

 He would like to arrange for people to patrol along the way.

However, the yamen only has a hundred or so policemen, how big of an area can they protect?

 It simply can’t be done.

 As for asking for the deployment of officers and soldiers, there is no need to think about it.

It is useless if there are too few officers and soldiers mobilized, but if there are too many officers and soldiers, it will be wasted money.

　　After the battle in Saibei, the prince and his family were almost empty. It is said that He Jixiang is still worried about military pay these days.

 So much so that people from the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Rites, and the Dali Temple ransacked homes very diligently.

Let He Jixiang take out the money at this moment, it would be like killing him.

 It is simply impossible to agree.

“Sir, you are worrying too much,”

Zhu Rong said with a smile, "The people in the village are honest, just because they don't have enough money. Once there is more money, they will chop anyone who dares to touch them.

What's more, there is no shortage of brave and courageous people in this countryside. You can find one or two powerful people and let them form a strong people. If there are too many people, the bandits will become frightened. "

 “It’s so good,”

Ma Jie nodded with satisfaction, then raised his head and looked outside the hall, smiling and saying, "It's snowing again."

 Ankang City is covered in ice and snow.

Although it is sunny in Sichuanzhou, there is still a cold air in the air.

 “Amitabha.”

The monk raised his head, looked at the three characters "Spring Mountain City" written on the city wall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

 He finally found Spring Mountain City.

 It is obviously no different from other cities, but few people know its specific location.

 It was not easy for him to find this place.

Pedestrians passing by the city gate were all wearing thick coats. Many people turned back and looked curiously at the bald monk standing in the middle of the road, wearing a thin robe.

 “Monk, where are you from?”

The city gate guard was a big man with a knife slung across his body. He glared at the monk and said, "Send your name. This Spring Mountain City is not a place where you can come just because you want."

 “The poor monk is polite,”

The monk clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk is here to find someone."

 “Who are you looking for?”

The big man asked roughly.

The monk said, "The young monk is looking for Chunshan City to show off his skills. Please let the donor know."

The big man looked the monk up and down, and then snorted coldly, "Why do you want to find our city lord?"

Before he finished speaking, he drew the sword with his right hand and struck the monk directly.

The monk put his hands together and held the knife in his palm. He said with a puzzled face, "The young monk and the donor had no enmity in the past and have not had any grudges recently. How could the donor harm the young monk?"

"you"

　　No matter how hard the big man tried, the knife in his hand would not move at all.

I was horrified, this monk is so young, how can he be so good at martial arts!

There is nothing strange about his movements, body movements, and gestures. Why is he holding his own sword so lightly!

He was unconvinced. After taking a deep breath, he abandoned the sword with his right hand and struck directly at the monk with his palms, whistling like a thunderous blow.

 “Amitabha.”

The monk held the handle of the knife with one hand and pinched the big man's stretched-out wrist with the other hand. The big man tried to dodge, but it was too late. His wrist had been firmly pinched. His whole body was numb, his eyes were bulging, and his face was in disbelief.

“Donor, the knife is a dangerous thing, so you’d better take it.”

The monk put the handle of the knife into the big man's hand, took a step back, and leaned over again to put his hands together.

 “Who the **** are you!”

The big man adjusted his energy and looked at the monk with clear eyes, as if nothing had happened.

 The people watching the fun nearby were also shocked!

 This monk's martial arts skills are unbelievable.

 “Donor, the young monk is just a monk,”

The monk said calmly, "I came to see the city lord, and I hope the benefactor will lead the way."

 “What if I say no?”

 The big man's whole body tensed up in anticipation of the enemy.

 “The young monk took his leave.”

The monk once again carried the cloth bag, passed through the city gate, and continued walking along the broad street.

The guards on both sides of the city gate had been stunned for a long time. When they saw the monk entering, they didn't know what to do.

 “Stop him!”

 Hearing the roar of the big man, all the guards raised their knives and guns to surround the monk.

The big man was so frightened by the sight of the monk that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Inform the elder that someone is in trouble."

 “Let him in.”

Everyone heard a heart-stirring voice, and then saw a figure floating down from the city wall, and everyone lowered their heads suddenly.

 “Amitabha, turns out to be a girl.”

The monk was not too surprised when he looked at Xie Jiuyun, who was wearing white clothes and standing in front of him.

 “You’re here after all, and you care so much about that bitch?”

 Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk coldly.

 “Amitabha,”

The monk closed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "When I see you, young lady, I am very happy."

 When all the guards heard this, they were all stunned.

 Is this monk really not afraid of death?

How dare you talk to Xie Jiuyun like this?

 “Do you know where this place is?”

Xie Jiuyun said expressionlessly.

"Know."

 The monk nodded honestly.

 “Then you still dare to come?”

Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk with a dead look on his face, "You have to think clearly, as long as you enter the city gate, you have no way out. Our Spring Mountain City has been built for more than two hundred years, and very few outsiders can get out alive."

The monk raised his head, looked directly at Xie Jiuyun and said, "Suffering is endless, my body is endless, time is endless, and my actions are endless. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Xie Jiuyun said, "I thought you were so brave. It turns out that you have achieved a breakthrough, but you are still a sixth-grade person. Do you think you are qualified to meet my master?"

The monk nodded and said, "I want to try it, little monk."

 The people nearby couldn’t believe it after hearing the conversation between the two.

 Especially that big guy.

 He is also at the sixth level!

 In a competition of the same level, he would accept losing, but why did he lose so embarrassingly?

“Since you want to die with that bitch, I will make it happen for you.”

Xie Jiuyun gritted his teeth and said, "Come with me."

 “Thank you, girl.”

The monk followed Xie Jiuyun through the city cave under the gaze of everyone. The streets were bustling with people. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary city.

With no time to think about anything else, he kept up with Xie Jiuyun, who was walking faster and faster.

The two finally stopped at the foot of a mountain. In front of them were steps one after another, winding up and down with no end in sight.

Xie Jiuyun said, "If you want to see my master, go up yourself."

 “Thank you, girl.”

 The monk thanked him.

"Hello,"

Xie Jiuyun called to the monk who had already stepped onto the steps and said, "You have to think about it, you will die."

 “The little monk knows.”

The monk said without looking back.

 “Is it so easy for you to get in?”

Xie Jiuyun said bitterly, "Where do you think I am, Spring Mountain City?"

 You have to pass through nine mountains, each of which has a government office, and the worst guard guarding it is the seventh grade!

 No luck!

 You can't save that bitch! "

 “The young monk accepted the girl’s kindness.”

The monk stepped onto the second step without hesitation.

Looking at the monk’s figure gradually getting further away, Xie Jiuyun suddenly yelled, “What’s so good about that bitch!

 You don’t even have to take your life! "

 “Amitabha.”

 The sound of the Buddha's trumpet echoes in the mountain streams and lasts for a long time.

 (End of this chapter)